As you can imagine, living in Wimbledon Village (where I share a flat with my sister) the last couple of weeks have been pretty hectic. Honestly, just popping out for a pint of milk has become a battle against the traffic. I was away for the last week in June and first week in July last year – so not much had prepared me for the invasion of tennis-maniacs.

I was more than happy to live with a few more thousand people in our backyard – particularly when so many of them were such good-looking women! There’s usually a pretty good ratio of good-looking girls around the place, but that went up 10-fold when the tennis started. Great! The other good thing was the buzz about town. The atmosphere was amazing while the tournament was on.

I was really glad that I was able to get some tickets to watch a couple of games – a great couple of games, too. After hanging out on Henman Hill we got in to see the womens’ semi-finals. We watched Venus and Serena win their semi-finals. They’re both pretty awesome and we were certainly cheering for them, but when they teamed up to play Cara Williams (one of Zim’s finest) and her doubles partner, we were not cheering for them. It didn’t really help. The Americans won the ladies’ doubles, leaving us quite glad we’d decided against wrapping ourselves up in the Zimbabwean flag!

The only possible downside to the tennis was the drinking, or at least the after effects. When I was young, I’d watched Wimbledon on television and thought it was all about strawberries and cream and drinking Robinsons’ barley water. Clearly, thinks have moved on. It’s all about Pimms and lemonade now. That’s a pretty special blend. It’s just like drinking pop. And then it’s not...